just got back to nyc from sf. i had a great weekend out there with old friends from school that i don't keep well enough in touch with, attending one of their weddings in sonoma, meeting reesesworld and marshallmoore.net, eating chilaquiles and drinking oaxacan chocolate, reading the house of mirth on the slope of delores park and watching all the homos pull jeans over their speedos in the nipply afternoon. the castro is .. so gay. i guess nyc is too, but rounding that corner where twin peaks is, you see lots of same-sex handholding and rainbow flags and people just into being gay in a way that is way more subdued in nyc. to be honest, i didn't like it, since i'm more and more bored by mainstream gay identity, but it's a force to be reckoned with and respected there, kinda cool.

there's a series of thank-you notes and catch-up emails and, yuck, work to pick up now. plus that ben & jerry's buddy–not too much on that till i feel like i'm not jinxing myself.